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[isaprofessional]

Sherlock's next entrance in the bar is anything but unobtrusive.

The telltale shriek of Mrs. Hudson follows him in through the recently appeared door before he sweeps in, expecting his personal quarters.

Milliways is rather unexpected, understandably, and his quickly changing expression reflects that, as does the subsequent concealing of a

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[isaprofessional]

Holmes is fixated on lighting his pipe at the moment, but don't think the details haven't escaped his notice.

He scoffs, exhaling smoke as he does so.

"The woman finds her reasons to carry on, nonsensical as they are."

If anything, his invention - while still in the testing process - is worth a few loud gunshots.

[isaprofessional]

"Not since the day I started paying room and board," Sherlock proudly declares.

(Which he tends to be late paying, on occasion.)

[makesthings]

The gun catches Sameth's attention from his seat by the fire, "Is that a single shot or a revolver?"

His linen shirt is covered with grime from the forge, but is of a nice quality as are his leather breeches and boots. He's reading a book on lock types when he glances up.

[isaprofessional]

Holmes simply looks at him.

"A man of iron, are you? And steel."

[makesthings]

"Yes, I work in the forge,"

That's one of the more elegant ways that Sameth's ever heard what he likes doing described.

[isaprofessional]

"A forge here, or back in your world?"

He hasn't heard of as much in Milliways, but he's still learning about the place.

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[seesomemore]

[Can I tag with John or would it be too close to canon puncture?]

Re: ooc

[isaprofessional]

[ Oh, you're welcome to tag! It'd be less of a canon puncture than a lot of other conversations he's had already, I'm sure. ]

[seesomemore]

[ooc: HEE!]

There is someone in his favorite overstuffed chair, enjoying a cup of tea.

[isaprofessional]

Holmes stops, puffing his pipe until an angry cloud of dark smoke enshrouds him.

"Well, this will not do," he mutters under his breath.